Harry Feynman, former 'department of energy' scientist and current diner dishwasher, was no stranger to being called a weirdo. Even in this town, especially in this town. After all, he was the guy who lived in a house in the middle of the woods with his little sister. That was bound to attract a few raised eyebrows.

But that was at least part of the point of it. People paid attention to things out of the ordinary, and it was better they pay attention to that part of his and Jane's extra-ordinary. Rather than anything else.

And then if something happened to them, well. It wouldn't be hidden. At least not really.

He didn't regret any of this, even if it meant losing his career and ability to do science that wasn't in the workshop of his cabin. How could he have gone on with anything knowing what he'd known? Besides, it wasn't as if that place the place they'd run from had had any actual use for him and his science.

That was hardly the reason why they'd hired him, and both he and Jane knew that well enough by now.

He glanced up from collecting dishes to be taken back and washed when the boys entered, smirking right back at his sister. If she was going to make friends with anyone, he figured it was probably going to be that group.